Scraping My Brain With A Rubber Spatula
I see now that writing a blog isn’t going to be easy if I want to post to it daily. It’s not like I have fans that are desperate for my daily confabulations. COME ON YOU BLOG JUNKIES SNORT MY HEROIN!! So I guess I don’t really need to be in a perpetual state of posting. I do feel some pushing out inside me though, like the first wazz after you drink a SuperMegaColossalBigGulp. But that’s just it. It’s usually piss. But I do try. I have to dig deep with that rubber spatula, scrap all along the inside off my head, and scoop out my brain. It sounds like a terrible Julia Child concoction. Then I splosh it out onto a plate and serve it up. There it is, all slimy. And it horrifies, captivates, disgusts, offends, humors, and hopefully entertains. But you can look over it and all of a sudden–Oh there’s the time my cousin and I started a lemonade stand and we sold penny candies for two cents each, but got in a fight over it because I was eating all the profit.–And there’s the time when I was in a play and I was suppose to whistle to call the other characters on stage and I couldn’t whistle so the director told me to make some animal sound and when it came to it, at that very moment, I cut the cheese. These ideas roll out and I distort them and I create some Monster for everyone to enjoy. I guess what I’m saying is. I hope you enjoy the crap I go through to post this stuff.
Tifany start your blog!
February 27th, 2007 at 8:38 pm
I read it everyday- so if you didnt post, I would notice! I like your crap that you post and your “Cut the cheese” story is great! Technically isnt that an animal sound? You were just doing what you were told to do. That makes me wonder, do animals feel quilty when they “Cut the Cheese?”
February 27th, 2007 at 10:37 pm
Your blog is like Heroin to me.